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Discussion in 'General Off-Topic Chat' started by mech, Dec 23, 2017.
hey its gay oprea welco e to this forum... u bought max console right?
I don't remember when I stopped believing, but I remember doing an experiment that "proved" he existed, I think I was 5 or 6. I wrote in my Santa letter that I wanted a toy gorilla, to be a parent to my toy monkey I think. Anyway I was very careful not to tell ANYONE that this is what I wanted, no adults, no other children. I sealed up the letter so that no one could read it. On Christmas morning I got a toy gorilla! I remember being so amazed and it felt so magical. I realised a year or so later that mum obviously opened all our Santa letters and didn't actually post them for us :-p
Yes, after psx-scene got sold, I found out Zeus was very sick, so i took over maxconsole from him, instead of taking up the stupid offer the new owners of psx-scene offered me.
I always been lurking here, normally you find me in the 3ds flashcart section, and a bit in switch section.
Thanks for the welcome, and happy holidays, may all those that still believe in Santa get great gifts this year, all others sorry all you get is lump of coal.
BTW, everyone knows whom the real Santa is, its Mario!
idk, somewhere around age 6, I think I never really believed he was real, I had some doubt about how my parents could've bought a Wii, which is a giant package, without me noticing, but soon afterwards I understood.
I was 9 I think. I saw a price tag on my game system lol.
It was the complete opposite to me.
I didn't believe in Santa until I was 7. Before then, I clearly remember people dressing up as Santa for us kids but I always recognized a member of my family. Until my 7th Christmas when I see this Santa and... and... who the fuck is he? IS HE SANTA?? OH MY GOD
Years later I still have no idea who this person was and none of my family members remember.
I don't remember caring...
When I find out there's no Genei.
I was about 7 and I remember being in the car with my father talking about the things I asked for and how excited I was for christmas... My father looked at me and said "Santa isn't real and your mother is lying to you." I was pissssed.
My parents were divorced so my father would try anything to get me to hate her. He was just an asshole. Ruined it for my step sister when she was around the same age as well....
While I can't speak to your old man being an arsehole or not I would have to question if and what value considering father christmas to be real has for a child and how removing that belief may cause harm.
Around five, just figured out tooth fairy, easter bunny, etc, all one right after the other bam bam bam. Still had to keep up the "pretense" for younger sibling, though.
Say what now? I feel like im getting what you are saying partially, but that 1 sentence is a little confusing for me lol
My father was terrible tbh. I have never hated someone as much as I have hated him. He ruined a lot of things for me and my step siblings as we grew up. Holidays were one of those things.
I dont remember what age but I was very young. Dont care about Santa Claus ever. Just loved the gifts thats it.
Therefore, Santa Claus, St Patrick, Easter, birthday, and etc are just fake and pagans. Thats all. Manmade, you know.
You said ruined. Ruined usually means something fairly serious. I then wondered if being made aware father christmas was not real was all that troubling.